Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious, that my friend is property of Dan Schneider.
Just a little story that popped into mind with the season finale of one of my favorite TV shows. Only this will contain an unhealthy dose of Bade feelings, so get ready to clench your hearts…or not… perhaps not in this chapter, but ya know.
It wasn't the will to live that pushed her. With so much destruction around, what was there to live for exactly? What kept her going was the thought of not knowing. What happened to one after the organs stopped functioning, your heart gave out and the last measly whispers of those around you fell silent? She didn't know and that terrified her, but even more than that, she knew these things were incapable of thinking, but to even think of giving them the satisfaction of ganking her made her skin crawl with an itch she couldn't scratch.
Her heavy boots crunched the forest ground with a satisfaction she didn't know she could feel during these times. Her trusty bow was strapped to her shoulder ready for anything along with the pair of scissors and the small hand gun she kept tucked away in the side of her boots, just in case. Comfortable or not they were accessible and needless to say she learned not to keep any knives in her belt if the scar running along her abdomen had anything to say about it. It seemed to work fine for some, particularly a fluffy, chestnut haired boy, but she wasn't speaking about to him nor to him right now so disregard that. When panic and desperation seeps in clumsy and angular movements to retrieve a weapon could do more harm to you than those trying to gank you. Needless to say, her boots worked for her.
She was only a mile or so from camp and so far not a single infected was out. Okay zombie would probably be a more accurate term for the entity but that made her feel like she was in a bad Hollywood movie with too much dyed red corn syrup. So instead they took to calling them infecteds, flesh eaters, stumblers, gnawers, and her preference, assholes.
Her back pack was currently stuffed with things like jerky, apples and Pop-tarts that she managed to snatch from the only stupid convenient store in the middle of stupid nowhere town. Not that location was really a big deal anymore. You could be in the big apple and still get dragged, oh excuse her you would get dragged…and eaten. Little hick towns were safer and for the time being warmer, so that's where they were.
It wasn't hard for her to maneuver her way around from city to city; a girl like her knew how to disappear, making her the obvious choice for these little runs to town. She didn't mind it, sticking her neck out like this. It gave her peace of mind, some time to herself, and got her away from all the dreamers. She wanted it to end, no doubt, but the reality of the situation was that nothing was ever going to be the way it was, at least not in their lifetimes. Didn't these people ever read their history books? This was a million times worse than the black plague, and how long did that last again? Yeah you'd be worried too. What they should be doing was bunkering down, creating a fortress for themselves not running from town to town in hopes of finding help, but then again she couldn't imagine herself doing that either, maybe she was a dreamer.
An abrupt noise from up ahead pulled her out of her musing. Startled for only a second she quickly retrieved the bow strapped to her back, angling it where she heard the rustling from. Her heartbeat was steady, like it always was nowadays, panic settled as easy as breathing, it didn't hinder her anymore. She waited a few seconds before lowering the weapons, and with a roll of her eyes she sighed heavily.
"Real subtle Beck, only unlike cupid's arrows these won't help you get into my pants." She smirks tucking the bow away again.
"Like I need their help." She heard a voice call out from behind some greenery before a young man around her age stepped out wearing a black wife-beater, jeans, and combat boots, carrying a crowbar in his right hand.
"You could use some help." She continued to walk past him, and he didn't miss the way her hips swung or how the white tank-top she wore stuck to her skin from the day's trek, mesmerized by the sliver of pale skin between it and the dangerously low jean she'd must have gotten from her trip to town, because he couldn't remember peeling those off of her, not yet.
"You sure do know how to boost a guy's ego, don't you bade." He sighed halfheartedly. "I take it you're still pissed off at me?" He frowned, ready to delve into a ten minute long apology rant, if need be.
"You're so dramatic." She mumbled, way over what she was fuming about not two days ago. It's funny how seeing him after a near death experience could do that. She'd have to work on that. Sighing, she reached her hand out behind her, in a jester for him to hurry up, and he does, intertwining his fingers with hers.
"I was an actor at one point, dramatic comes with the territory." He sees fit to point out nudging the side of her neck with his nose in an affectionate caress.
"A starving actor." She half snaps, recoiling from the tickling sensation his touch created, trying her hardest not to smile.
"I'm starving now, not much has changed." He beamed down at her noticing the pink blush that spread across her cheeks.
"Everything's changed." And in that moment he could honestly say there was nothing cuter than when Jade West pouted. Of course he'd never tell her that, for fear of getting his tonsils ripped out, not that he needed them. She was just considerate like that.
"Not everything." He smiled, leaning down to capture her lips in a quick kiss that she finally smiled from, before turning away.
"Sap." She mumbled gently swinging their intertwined hands between them.
"I know a few women who would appreciate my sap"
"Good I can add them to my shove into a stumbler list."
"I would expect nothing less." He laughed, pulling her closer to him. Finally it felt like a ton of bricks had been lifted off his shoulders. She was back and no worse for wear, he'd have to remember not to pick a fight with her before a scouting missing, he couldn't stand the feeling. In a world like this there was no telling when one moment could be their last.
Well there you have it people of the fanfictionverse. It's short, but this is the first installment of a new story I want to try my hand at. I am back for the summer and ready to write and get on track with the rest of my stories as well, so look forward to it. Feedback would be splendid.